Yang Zijie looked at his phone. If he hadn't been used to October's personality, he would have been angry. He went too far and hung up on him. He puffed up his cheeks and looked very cute on his pretty face.
Leng YueYue put down the phone in her hand and turned around and walked into the storage room. The other party's gaze was too hot, as if she was excited to see prey. However, Leng YueYue disdainful. This was the first time that she was seen as prey.
But it’s not certain who is whose prey in the end.
Squinting her eyes, looking at the feasting and feasting outside the window, Yang Zijie's words left traces in her heart. No wonder she declared herself the heir. It turned out that she wanted to go to the Internet Prison. She must have faced the Hyokui Tennis Club.
It's a problem.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the sneer on his handsome face was like a snowy plum blossom blooming on the glacier. The early autumn night brought a little bit of coolness, the breeze blew over the bangs on his forehead, Leng October took out his own
Tennis backpack.
"Have a fight!"
Jiang Yan stood at the door of the storage room, holding a golden racket and putting it on his shoulder. He looked at Leng Yuyue with his fiery eyes, raised his eyebrows, and smiled confidently, with a tone of determination to win.
Leng Yueyue turned a blind eye and passed Jiang Yan with his tennis backpack, as if he was transparent.
Wearing white short-sleeves and shorts, he exposed his strong calves and arms. His body proportions couldn't be better, his explosive power was absolutely tough, and his physical strength must be amazing. Leng October could not help but marvel, this man has a unique physique.
A natural talent for playing tennis.
It's a pity that Leng Shiyue keeps away from people who are overconfident and enthusiastic. After all, the other person is also an unpredictable person. These people Leng Shiyue disdains deep friendship. After all, there are already a lot of intrigues around him, and he really doesn't want to cause any trouble.
A mediocre person disturbs himself.
"Hey, kid, is this where you came from?"
Leng October sat on the side adjusting his tennis racket. There were always some ignorant people disturbing him, and this one was the one in front of him. He was wearing a yellow short-sleeved top, light brown shorts and earth-colored sneakers. From a distance,
It looks like a piece of shit. When I was about thirty years old, I had a mole a little bit down from the corner of my mouth. There was a tuft of hair on the mole. When I spoke, it trembled, and I thought it was a fly on the piece of shit!
"Hey, kid, pull a woolen yarn!"
Uncle Shit was very unhappy when he saw Leng Yuyue ignoring him. It was the first time he was looked down upon by a brat. The other tennis players all looked over, and he felt very shameless.
When the racket was swung, it was only a few centimeters short of thickness in front of Leng Shiyue. Unfortunately, Leng Shiyue didn't even blink his eyelids and still wiped the tennis racket in his hand.